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Sims, Um, Monday: Twins! Twice!

Ferris Wheel is tired, but hey! The baby’s coming! Wake up!


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It’s twins! (I gave Ferris Wheel the Fertility Treatment reward. Because it amuses me to do so.)

Welcome baby girl Adirim.


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(I’d be hungry, too!)

And baby girl Stairway.


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Babies, boring, blah blah. But check out what happened on their birthday! The birthday cakes caught fire! I was so stoked. This is a rare event. I’ve only seen it happen one other time.


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Cake burns well! The flames were shooting out the window!


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Oh, that’s a shame. Happy birthday?


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The girls were identical twins, and the game kept outfitting them almost-identically, as well.


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Not even toddlers can escape my constant push to level up their skills!

Now that he is a dad, I decided that Ferris Wheel should get a more dad-like hairstyle.


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Awesome, right? LOVE IT.

I also love watching Sims teach their kids to speak.


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“Can you say Death?” “Def!”

Ferris Wheel kept sneaking out to his erstwhile bachelor paradise to soak in the hot tub and goof around at the bar.


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Summer has the Family Oriented trait, so she almost immediately wanted to have another baby. 3,000 happiness points! (Something simple like “Eat a grilled cheese sandwich” will give you around 250 points. 3,000 points is a LOT.)

How could I deny her?

And a few days later… more twin girls!

Welcome baby girl Ginseng.


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And baby girl Fusiform.


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(I would want cake, too!)

Meanwhile the first set of twins had grown up and was off to school.


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Adirim is a genius athlete. Stairway is a clumsy couch potato. I was having trouble telling them apart, so I gave Adirim some cute, sporty mini-pigtails.


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And I gave Stairway a slacker beanie.


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AND THEN I MADE THEM BOTH PLAY CHESS ALL NIGHT.


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Skill up, kids! Let’s get to it!

But I’m not entirely heartless. I wanted Adirim to gain some cooking skills, so I let them have a kid’s stove in their bedroom. Jealous? I’m totally jealous!


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I even let them eat the cupcakes they baked.

Soon it was time for Summer to grow up. Except I wasn’t paying attention (too busy making little kids bake cupcake after cupcake) so she had her birthday while changing diapers.


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And then it was Ferris Wheel’s birthday! It’s hard to tell what’s going on here: he is celebrating his birthday at the same time he’s setting fire to the stove. That takes talent.


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I put together a challenge for the next generation, and started the prep work. I got excited about the challenge, so I skipped Adirim through the teen years and straight to Young Adult, because I was getting impatient.

Next I had Ferris Wheel upgrade some sprinklers to “auto-water” to make it easier for Adirim to garden.


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Then I started liquidating their assets. Basically, I sold everything that I would be able to buy again. This ended up being about §450,000 worth of stuff.

I sold off all the things we collected in the last challenge. That was hard. I had to remind myself that I didn’t really collect those things, they weren’t actually real crystal skulls. Oh yeah.

I did not liquidate all the paintings they have accumulated. Out of curiosity’s sake I sorted through them until I found the one with the most appreciation.


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This is Cecil Alphabetti’s painting. It was worth §354 when he painted it. It has since appreciated to a staggering §5,928!


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And then I kicked everyone out, sold everything, and moved her into a tiny lot with a peekaboo view of downtown.

2 comments to Sims, Um, Monday: Twins! Twice!

  • Love those flaming birthday cakes!
    So, what’s the new challenge?

  • Xeres

    It cracks me up listening to them teaching the babies to talk, because the most-often used word appears to be ‘panza’, which is the dialectic version of the Italian word for ‘tummy’ that my Italians-by-marriage use.

    “Can you say ‘tummy’?”
    “Tummy!”

    Over and over. Never gets old. :)